After being reborn, the film king went to farm and raise his baby to make a fortune

This place has flat land, as well as hillsides and ditches. In many places, harvesters cannot get through. In addition, the harvest is light, and farmers can save as much as they can. In previous years, harvesting was done by hand.

But in fact, this is nearly [-] mu of land, and there are quite a lot of flat places.

Luo Feng took the initiative to contact the cadres of various villages, compiled a list of farmers willing to use mechanical harvesting, and then went to L City to rent a combine harvester.

Harvesters rumbled through the golden rice fields, the mature ears of rice were harvested, threshed quickly, and the stalks were crushed at the same time and returned to the fields.

On a small piece of land that is not suitable for mechanical harvesting, farmers are busy harvesting rice wearing straw hats and wielding sickles.

The harvested rice was beaten by the farmers on the bucket, raised high, and fell heavily. The golden and plump rice grains came off the ears and slid into the bucket with a clatter.

"Focus on Sannong" also sent reporters to conduct a series of follow-up reports on the drought in Northwest China. Under the camera, there were scenes of busy harvests everywhere.

The faces of the farmers are also filled with joy.

The threshed rice had to be dried on the sun-drying flat for a few days. After all the water was evaporated, the Northwest Drought Relief Headquarters and Huaxia Grain Storage purchased the rice at a protection price of 15 yuan for upland rice.

The new variety of upland rice from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, coupled with the non-polluting snow mountain meltwater drip irrigation, precisely controls the water needed by the crops, and the yield per mu has reached about 1500 catties, breaking the historical record of upland rice yield per mu!

Not only is the yield per mu high, but the quality of the rice is particularly good.

The ten acres of upland rice planted by Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang have sold for more than 3 yuan this year.

In previous years, even when the weather was good and the weather was good, they were able to grow cotton because the cotton merchants maliciously lowered the price. After a season of hard work, they only earned a little over [-] yuan after excluding costs, and their lives were tight.There was a severe drought in spring this year, and in such a year as usual, there are times when there are no crops, but I didn't expect the income to more than double!

Uncle Fang held the money in his hand, tears welled up in his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly.

He stuffed the money into Aunt Fang's hand: "Old lady, hurry up and take it, and return the money for laying the drip irrigation belt to Mr. Luo when you get back...Thanks to Mr. Luo!"

"Yes," Aunt Fang wiped her tears with her hand, and collected the money, "Thanks to Mr. Luo. Old man, when we pound the remaining rice into rice, I will send two bags to Mr. Luo."

"Old woman, listen to you!"

……

Their land is too dry. Before drip irrigation was installed, even upland rice could not be grown, so there was no small workshop for rice milling, and the electric rice huller was too expensive, so Mr. Fang and his wife spent money to the carpenter in the town. Rice pounders and hand wind valley machines were customized there.

The rice grains that have been steamed to dryness are put into a hand-operated wind valley machine after pounding.

Aunt Fang picked up the cloth bag at the exit, and Uncle Fang shook the rotating handle, the dry rice husk was lifted by the wind, and the crystal white rice flowed out.

The old couple lived in the barren land in the Northwest since they were young. This is the first time in their life that they have grown crystal clear and plump rice, and they were so excited that they wiped away their tears.

When the rice was all milled into rice, they filled two sacks full of rice, and each of them carried a big sack to deliver new rice to Mr. Luo.

When we arrived, there were already many people crowded in the open space outside the shed.

Each family carried, pushed, and carried bags of milled rice into mountains at the entrance of the shed.

"Thank you everyone." Luo Feng's eye sockets have become increasingly shallow in the past two years, and she couldn't help blushing. "I appreciate everyone's wishes, but I only have one mouth, so I can't eat so much."

Everyone chattered and said——

"If you can't eat it, you can sell it."

"Mr. Luo, without you, how could there be a good harvest this year... This is a little wish from us, you must accept it!"

"Yes, you must accept it."

……

Luo Feng really couldn't push it, so he just brought a bowl over, took a bowl of rice from each rice bag, and counted it as an acceptance of everyone's wishes, and then cooked a pot of rice in the small kitchen outside the greenhouse with a large stove. Rice, fried a few home-cooked dishes with freshly picked fresh vegetables, and invited everyone to have a harvest feast.

The rice cooked from the new rice is crystal clear and the grains are distinct.

The first bowl of soup made from new rice is thick, smooth and viscous, with a faint fragrance of rice, so delicious.

Luo Feng filled a small bowl of rice soup for the baby, let it warm up, and added a little sugar.

The baby held the small bowl in both hands, sucking and sucking, unable to stop drinking at all.

"Slow down, don't choke."

"Ah."

"tasty?"

"It's delicious." After the baby finished drinking, he handed the empty bowl to Luo Feng, "I want more!"

The baby drank two bowls, and ate another half bowl of rice, his stomach was full: "It's delicious. It's delicious. Baba, can I eat it again in the future?"

"can."

"It's so good!"

Luo Feng also thought it was really good.

He quickly ran to the back room and brought out two large bottles of freshly brewed wine that had been placed against the wall.

A bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.

A bottle of Chardonnay white wine.

The red wine is ruby ​​red, and the white wine is light golden. Although it is not as clear as the wine brewed by the winery, it is also very good-looking.

As soon as the cork is opened, a rich wine aroma immediately wafts out.

Someone asked: "What is this? It smells so good."

"Wine, homemade," Luo Feng flipped the glass out, poured a small glass for each of them without paying attention, "I just opened it today, let everyone have a taste."

He also poured a glass of red wine himself, raised his glass and said, "To this autumn's harvest... Cheers!"

"cheers!"

……

Luo Feng took a sip of his wine.

This wine is different from dry red, it has enough sugar, it tastes sweet, with aromas of cherries, strawberries and raspberries, the taste of the wine is very light, it tastes like fruit juice.

It's so delicious!

Luo Feng poured herself another glass of white wine.

The aroma of white wine is lighter, with a refreshing aroma of apples and citrus, very refreshing!

The little alcoholic drank several glasses in one go.

The self-made wine tastes like fruit juice, but it has a lot of stamina. After sending everyone away, Luo Fen walks a bit floaty.

When he returned to the small room in the shed, he found that the baby secretly opened a bottle without knowing when, and was drinking heavily from a small bowl, with a slight blush on his white and tender cheeks: "Baba, this juice is delicious ah!"

The parrot was also drunk, staggered, took two steps and stumbled, lying on the ground with its buttocks pouted, not forgetting to imitate: "Baba, this fruit juice is delicious!"

Luo Feng: "..."

He was a little angry.

But he was so angry that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Forget it, I'm happy today, let the cuties have some drinks.

He took out the remaining half of the bottle, letting Lightning and the geese have a taste of it.

When Xie Liaoyuan finished his work and came to look for the little hand nest, he saw the little baby blushing, lying in the arms of the big baby, and the little cute creatures lying on the ground next to him.

The rich aroma of wine floated in the air.

Xie Liaoyuan: "..."

Luo Feng saw Xie Liaoyuan, and stretched out both hands to him, her beautiful peach eyes were moist with the moisture of drunkenness: "Old Xie, hug!"

Xie Liaoyuan has never seen Xiaoshouwo act like a spoiled child.

His heartbeat suddenly stopped, he squatted down, and hugged both the big baby and the little baby into his arms, feeling very sweet in his heart.After a while, he picked up all the adults and children and carried them home.

When he got home, he wiped the little baby, put him on the small bed in his own room, covered him with a quilt, and carried the older baby to the bathroom to wash himself inside and out.

Luo Feng was so drunk that she hung on him, smiling like a little pervert: "Old Xie, let's order the book!"

Xie Liaoyuan was provoked by him, and his voice was hoarse: "Okay."

In the end, before the preview work was done, the bedroom door opened with a "squeak", and a small head came in through the crack of the door: "Baba, what are you doing?"

Luo Feng glared at Xie Liaoyuan, and mouthed: "Why don't you close the door?"

"……forget."

The baby came in pulling the little slippers: "Baba, are you playing a game?"

"No," Luo Feng said solemnly, "We are preparing to order a book."

"Order... Su?"

"Well, it's to correct the mistakes in our reading." He found a small painting book of Tang poetry from under the pillow, and took out a stapler from the drawer, "every time you read a page, just like this... Crack! Order it."

The baby's big black eyes were shining brightly: "I want to order Su too!"

Luo Feng: "..."

The baby didn't like reading at all before, and he became sleepy when he was taught to read. He originally wanted to use this method to persuade the baby to go to bed earlier.

...Are you saying you don't like reading?

The two fathers had no choice but to get dressed secretly, sit cross-legged on the bed with the baby, and began to "book".

"Baba, the river, the sun! And...the mountains!"

"That's right," Luo Feng said, "This is a poem written by a poet of the Tang Dynasty when he climbed a tall building and looked into the distance. Dad will read it to you first."

"Okay!"

"The sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. I want to be poor..."

Luo Feng couldn't read anymore, why is it so difficult to describe the poems that were good before?

"Baba, why don't you read it?"

"Let's change a song, shall we?" Luo Feng casually flipped through it and found Du Fu's Qilu, "There are spring waters in the south and north of the house, but I see flocks of gulls coming every day. The flower path has never been swept by guests, and Pengmen is now I began to open for you..."

Luo Fen... Luo Fen couldn't read anymore.

He threw the small album to Xie Liaoyuan: "Dad is drunk and can't read the words clearly. Let your eldest dad read it to you."

Xie Liaoyuan: "..."

The couple read poems with the baby all night.

Click and click to complete a row of staples.

Nothing was done.

After finally coaxing the baby to sleep and carrying her away, Luo Fen was exhausted and sexually apathetic, paralyzed on the bed, yawned, turned over, and fell face down on the bed, confused The ground collapsed and said, "Ahhh! Why is it so difficult to order a book!"

After the upland rice is harvested, cotton, black soybeans and oil sunflowers are also ripening one after another.

Luo Feng took the sand sculpture boys to harvest all the oil sunflowers and black beans in their small terraced fields, and took them to the small oil mill in the town to squeeze several large barrels of oil.

The oil extracted from sunflower oil is golden yellow, very fragrant and beautiful in color.

The oil extracted from black beans is green and oily. Although it is also very fragrant, the fried dishes are not so good-looking.Luo Feng took all the sunflower oil to the county store, only a small bucket was left to take home, and all the black soybean oil was taken home, leaving one bucket at home, and the rest were given to the sand sculpture brother, the brothers who had helped before We, as well as neighbors and folks, all shared a bottle to try it out.

There is fresh oil to eat!

Although the oil squeezed from black beans is not good-looking, the fried vegetables are very fragrant, not to mention sunflower oil.The already delicious dish is even more delicious with the delicious oil to enhance the taste!

Luo Feng was very happy.

He decided to open up more terraced fields next year, to grow more varieties of sunflowers, squeeze out the oil, and sell them if they can't finish them!

Oil pressing can be considered later, but with Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, but also Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot and Sauvignon Blanc, building a winery must be on the agenda.

Also, now that the output of mushrooms is getting bigger and bigger, the small dryers are not enough. He has to find another place to build a factory building, and build a one-stop production line for drying and packaging mushrooms, which can be used for larger Guaranteeing the quality to a certain extent can also save a lot of effort.

After a while, the apples, pears, and pomegranates on the hillside will also be ripe.

Although the current output is still small, manual cleaning, sorting, and packaging are enough, but when the fruit trees grow up, pure manual labor is too time-consuming and laborious. It is still necessary to build a fruit cleaning, sorting, and packaging assembly line.

There are so many places to spend money!

Luo Feng looked at the numbers slowly accumulating on the bank card, both happy and worried.

Let's build a small winery first.

He went to the County Industrial and Commercial Bureau to inquire about the process of setting up a factory, then rented a piece of land not far from the town, obtained a business license, went to the Land and Resources Bureau and the Environmental Protection Bureau to go through relevant procedures, hired a designer, and contacted the construction company. The team is ready to build a factory!

But the factory had just started to be built, and the little sand sculpture boy ran over bluffing: "Boss! Something happened!"

Luo Feng was startled by them coldly: "What happened?"

"It's a quarrel! It's a fierce quarrel! There's going to be a fight! Brother Tie temporarily suppressed the scene, let us come and call you."

"..."

These sand sculpture boys are all good at work now, but their language skills are still as bad as ever, and they can't grasp the key points.

Luo Feng simply hurried back to the village.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a large group of people around the head of the village, divided into two groups, with swords drawn.

There are bags of grain in the middle.

The group with the most people was the villagers, all of whom had anger on their faces.

The village party secretary said: "Look, we have such a good oil sunflower, and there is not a single shriveled one... In previous years, it was not so good. It cost three yuan and a half a catty. How could it be one yuan and five? If you sell it at this price, it will be nothing this year." Thanks for your hard work!"

"One yuan and five, do you want it or not!" The leader of the other group kicked the sunflower bag and said arrogantly, "If you don't believe me, ask me, this price will be the same everywhere this year! Now I will give it back to you." It counts as one yuan and five, and after a while, even one yuan and five will be gone!"

Several young and strong villagers were so angry that they rushed to beat people again.

Shouyoukui's face was stern and said softly: "I warn you! Beating people is against the law!"

Luo Feng came over with the little sand sculptures, and smiled coldly: "It's against the law to beat someone, but isn't it against the law to monopolize?"